OLIVIA.I did not expect all this commotion. Something was happening and had to be work of the head of the Human Resources Department, by advice or requests of the Director of this company, because I could not explain that all the employees of the insurance company stopped their work and interrupted their lunch hours a few minutes because of me."Happy birthday, Olivia. Congratulations!", they said to me with hugs and huge smiles, after singing one of the oldest songs in musical history."Thank you very much. Thanks. Thank you!" I'm replying a little overwhelmed if I must confess.In all the years I'd worked for (and with) those people, they'd never celebrated anyone's birthday. It was all new to me."Olivia?", the Director called me somewhat seriously."Yes, sir."He hid a genuine smile, I think he was amused by my formality."I'll wait for you in my office," he said in a low tone, expressly for me and so the others, who were still in mid-heat, would not hear."Okay", I replied and s
OLIVIA.I was summoned by Human Resources and talked to her, my boss's girlfriend, about the changes to be made. I asked her the same question: if everything that was happening had to do with their relationship. She told me the same thing: no, and it looked like they had both rehearsed down to the smiles. She also pointed out what she needed from me and things to sign.There was another surprise: the salary I would be earning from the following fortnight. As I learned more facts, the more I tried to process it all. Then, she told me to go to the Accounting Department and I greeted the company's accountant, who had been with the insurance company for a couple of years.We talked for a long time, I told him my story and he informed me that I would start on Monday.I had to ask him about my current position, I was worried because I would be left without a replacement, and I was very aware of the clause of the fifteen days' notice that is required when giving notice for leaving work. But
CARL.I was urgent to get there because I needed to get out of that place as soon as possible.I parked at the back of the building, getting a free place for an easy exit.The door officer and security gave me one of the tickets to the parking lot, the greatest treasure. So I put it in the glove compartment. I turned off the vehicle, got out with the belongings required for my appointment, and activated the alarm as I closed the door.The back entrance of the insurance company was smaller than the main entrance and my car was diagonal to it; I had to take a few steps to get inside.This is the moment to confess that my predicament had dressed —before arriving— in another suit: invisibility. I was sure that Olivia, the woman I'd been sleeping with, was there. Something told me that my luck couldn't be so well-adjusted as to send me to that building on one of her days off. So I must also confess that the idea of parking in the back area was intended to keep me from running into her. I'd
OLIVIA.I was applying makeup to one of my eyes in front of the bathroom mirror when my phone rang with a call.I ran out to take it thinking I'd been delayed and my boss was already downstairs.But it wasn't him.The screen flashing left me speechless for a few seconds."Oh my God..."I looked around totally shocked and smiling at the same time, Carl was calling me! He was calling me!I inhaled deeply, exhaled fast all that air that was about to make me burst. I took courage and I toke the call."Hello?" I heard."Hey.""Hello?" There was a very brief silence on the other end of the line. "Excuseme, It's Olivia there?"I had to sit up in bed."Yes, is she," I answered jokingly.He knew right away that I was playing crazy because he exhaled just once and was amused. I loved that."I'm Carl. Carl."I think he repeated jokingly."I know." I laughed lightly. "How are you, Carl M?"He lightly laughed."I'm very well, thank you. So... you saved me on your cell phone, don't you?"Now it was
CARL.Something happened that night. One of those parts of us is kept hidden, sometimes nonexistent, or not coming to the surface. Feelings that are created out of nowhere, like when we develop an allergy, some strange pathology, or some viral process we must have suffered from as children.My cousin's future husband called me a few minutes before I arrived at my commitment to assure me that his wife was already anxious and waiting for me with the toast ready.And what was the reason for the entertainment? The couple's official engagement, with "a la carta menu", the best bottle of champagne, and a few guests.I waved, quite happy to be there with them. I sat down, ate the appetizer and main course, and we joked about anecdotes while we drank white wine too (not mixing), waiting for the arrival of that special drink.I must confess that I liked that the couple did not prepare something too exclusive. It's good to celebrate in private and when you're with friends like them, since work
OLIVIA."Olivia? It's you?" I heard someone ask in a voice that sounded too surprising. "Hey, it's good to see you!""Carl?" My mouth opened wide.Carl Malaver, Carl M, my Friday lover, whom I had just texted, was standing next to our table.What the hell is he doing here?He looked at my companions."Sorry for the interruption...""Not at all," somebody replied. I don't know who it was; my boss's girlfriend or himself. I couldn't notice anything but Carl, who was looking at me from above with a wide smile on his lips. Although there was something in his look... What the fuck was Carl doing in that place? I couldn't believe it. I was... dumbfounded."Ehh..." I seemed slow for a moment, my mouth went dry.He'd approached our table wearing a formal suit jacket and a casual pose with his hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive pants. I'd always seen him well dressed (and well undressed), but that occasion was different. I had to react.I put on my best smile (I think I succeeded)
OLIVIA.I couldn't focus on anyone or anything else, anymore, after that thick, sexy voice entered my brain and knocked it out.Or boiled it.However, I was able to pretend so well that all my pieces were still in place for the time (which seemed too long to me) that I lasted looking for a suitable moment to get up and pay attention to the man sitting behind me.I wanted so much to obey him... I knew he was pissed off and I was curious as to why, to know what the exact point of his annoyance was. He and I were nothing, just lovers; and that in many cases is nothing. In most of those same cases, it turns out to be nothing more than that, and it's always better to understand it that way, it's always better not to feel. For a moment I wanted to look at him, but after that encounter, I assumed I would look too obvious if I did. For that fact, I settled for the effort of listening to him, where the laughter of his friends, and his cousin, where the toasts and speeches explained what his ou
CARL.There are many things in the world and in life difficult to digest, to tell, understand, process... and those we learn to live with. But there are also those aspects of life with silent difficulty, those stories of subtle appearance but with overwhelming certainty fluids, even unforgettable: the touch of some fingers on the back, background musican incomparable dress or specific color, maybe a song, maybe the rain, not being alone..., can mean difficult situations to explore when they matter, when we know that those simple details have caused a change, a click.Hell, I don't know how to explain it.After making love the same night I met her at the restaurant where I was celebrating my cousin's engagement, after making love, I don't know, two or three times (I don't think I'm sure anymore), I knew that the surroundings don't exist with her, especially in those moments that become beyond special.Well, I could qualify the terms: the external surroundings with her would be the taci